marlene dumas is a goddess. i’ve been so taken by her. disquietingly ethereal watercolor and ink paintings instill shivers with overt, shameful sexuality. her ashy corpse-like subjects feel like people i’ve met and spoken to, or seen on the street in passing just a week ago. she is, in my opinion, one of few contemporary artists who manage to manipulate figurative forms into profound intangible agents of cognition. her nudes and portraits interrogate the viewer, impeding he/she (to be politically correct) with despondent questions, and teasing him/her (yup) with the potentiality of a hidden fugitive answer. moreover, this manipulation seems effortless and almost unconscious. artist crush indeed.
Archive for June, 2011
A3 canvas paper, acrylic and ink
because of this passage.
“Give up pursuing eloquence, unless
You can speak as you feel! One’s very heart
Must pour it out, with primal power address
One’s hearers and compel them with an art
Deeper than words. Clip and compile, and brew
From the leavings of others your ragout
Of rhetoric, pump from your embers
A few poor sparks that nobody remembers!
Children will gape and fools amire,
If that’s the audience to which you aspire.
But what can blend all hearts into a whole?
Only the language of the soul.”
goethe (david luke translation) : faust – part I, pp 20
an offer that stands for too long may never be met with reception, or even rejection. it may just stand.
oil on canvas, 50×70 cm
(in various dispositions)
A3 sketchbook page, pen illustration
i had it in the springtime, but it was gone by midsummer
is this for real?
catatonic, on my couch, i was subjected to this sadistic Canadian torture. the episode i endured involves a father forcing his children to don tracking devices in order to monitor and reduce the amount of time they spend in the shower. he later imposes orange jumpsuits upon them, that allow their sweat glands to “breathe better,” lessening the need for bathing and further limiting their water consumption. the resulting decline in the personal hygiene of the children had a devastating effect on their social and academic success. they reacted in futile protest, and eventually conceded.
i couldn’t bear to stick around for the episode’s ending. it was a sick display of tyranny, miserliness, and subjugation. yet above all i was considerably more upset by the opening sequence, and the fact that it was shot in 2009. YES, 2009.
because people listen to chip-tunes without getting shot.
this renews my faith in human compassion and forgiveness.